Hello World .
Eating PB & J
Drinking OJ
Watching
The Matrix Revouloutions .
Lmao .
Alrighty .
Let's talk about this weak infestation
circulation happening in schools ,
jobs ,
and malls all over the U.S.
The Damn Hypebeast .
The hypebeast is a creature that lurkes in wackness and deciet .
It finds anyway it can to infiltrate the creative man's style and uses it for him/herself .
The Hypebeast will attempt to purchase clothing items such as Crooks and Castles .
Stussy and Undercrown .
They will also try to rock Obey .
They will pretend to be interested in underground clothing , music
and all the good shit real niggas are into .
There is a difference between inspiration and imitation .
Please fing the difference .
I type these blogs because i was inspired too .
Not because i wanted to be cool .
Or fit in .
Fitting in is for lames .
Stand out .
Bye.
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
